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Her cheeks pinken even more, but she doesn't try to cover herself. Instead, she reaches for the button of my jeans, her fingers brushing against the hard length of me through the denim. I groan, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Your turn," she says, her voice thick with desire.

I capture her hands in mine, bringing them to my mouth to press a kiss to each palm. "Not yet," I tell her. "I'm not done with you."

Her eyes widen, and I can see the pulse hammering in her throat. I release her hands and let my fingers trail down her arms, over her shoulders, then back up to the clasp of her bra. My fingers fumble with the tiny hook, my usual dexterity deserting me in the face of so much temptation.

Finally, it gives way, and the bra loosens. I slip the straps down her arms, letting the garment fall to the floor. And then she's standing there in just her pants, her tits bare and perfect in the soft lamplight.

I swear my heart stops for a full three seconds. She's fucking magnificent. Full and round, with dusky pink nipples that are tight and begging for my mouth.

I reach out, my hand hovering just above her skin. "Can I touch you?"

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "Please."

My palm settles over her breast, and we both gasp at the contact. Her skin is so soft, so warm. I can feel her heart racing under my hand. I stroke my thumb across her nipple, and she arches into my touch with a broken moan.

"Tanner," she whispers, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders for support.

I lower my head and take her other tit into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure when she cries out and tangles her fingers in my hair. Her taste explodes on my tongue. Sweet. Salty. Uniquely Star. I alternate between licking and sucking, using my teeth just enough to make her gasp, my free hand working her other breast.

She makes little sounds that drive me out of my fucking mind. Whimpers and moans and breathy sighs that have my cock straining against my zipper. I want to hear her scream my name, want to feel her come apart under my hands and mouth.

I trail kisses across her chest, over her collarbone, up the column of her throat. When I reach her mouth again, the kiss is messy and desperate, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. I can feel her hands fumbling with my shirt, tugging it up, and I break the kiss long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside.

The second our bare chests press together, I swear I see stars. Her skin is like silk against mine, her nipples hard points that rub against my chest with every breath we take. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, and just breathe her in for a moment.

Her hands roam over my back, tracing the muscles, digging in slightly when I roll my hips against hers. I can feel the dampness of her pants where my cock is pressing against her, and the knowledge that she's as turned on as I am sends another surge of blood south straight to my erection.

I lower my hands to the button of her pants, popping it open. The zipper comes down with a soft hiss, and then I'm pushing the fabric down her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that match her bra.

Fuck me. The woman is going to be the death of me.

Her pants pool around her ankles, and she steps out of them, kicking them aside. Now she's standing there in just those tiny panties, and I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her legs are long and toned, evidence of all those yoga classes.

I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding up her calves to her thighs. Her skin is smooth under my palms, warm and alive. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, tracing the lines of her compass tattoo with my tongue.

She gasps, her hands coming down to brace on my shoulders. "Tanner, what are you⁠—"

I look up at her, my face level with the damp patch on her panties. I can smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it makes my mouth water. "I want to taste you," I tell her, my voice rough with need.

Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, nodding frantically. "Yes, please."

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. She lifts one foot, then the other, helping me. And then she's naked, completely exposed to my gaze.

I take a moment to just look at her. The neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the apex of her thighs, the glistening evidence of her desire, the strong muscles of her legs trembling slightly with anticipation. She's perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

I push her back to lie across the bed and press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another higher up. She's making little pleading noises that are destroying what's left of my self-control. I nuzzle against her, breathing in her scent, before finally dipping my head to taste her.

The first touch of my tongue to her center has us both crying out. She tastes even better than I imagined—sweet and tangy and so fucking good I could stay here forever. I lap at her, exploring every fold and crease, learning what makes her moan and what makes her buck against my mouth.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. "Right there," she gasps when I find her clit. "Oh, God, Tanner, right there."

I focus my attention there, sucking gently at the sensitive nub while one of my fingers slides inside her. She's so wet, so ready for me. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, and I add a second, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come.

I can feel her getting close, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm against my face, her thighs trembling around my head. Her breathing is ragged, punctuated by little cries and whimpers that go straight to my cock.

"That's it, baby," I murmur against her, my voice vibrating through her sensitive flesh. "Let go for me."